To be a woman,

A Divine creature indeed.

The womb that bears kin,

A force the world needs.

She is magic, she is art,

A lonely wanderer of Mother Earth.

Gently gathering flowers in her cart,

Enduring rebirth after rebirth.

Wild, Holy, and free,

Sexy, playful, yet shy.

Her wisdom is the key,

Her mouth free from lies.

Her words manifest Creation,

A force that can’t be destructed.

She was there when it began,

Divine Feminine, she’s no longer a kid.